The hot Egyptian sun reflected off of the brown rocks surrounding us, marveling at the birthplace of the ten commandments I strode purposefully towards the path that would lead me to the summit, only to be stopped in my tracks by the strong voice of mother mount Sinai saying" who do you think that you are to walk up here?, Moses vision quested for forty days while he was up here, clean up what has been left down there"!
Time flowed through me and I witnessed the desecration of faith as it became twisted and turned by desire into an image that could be looked at, described and understood by the senses. I felt the filth that had been left in this valley so many thousands of years ago and ignored in the rush to run up the mountain and to lay claim to have stood in the same spot as the prophet Moses. She was right, who did I think I was.
The year before while in Israel on a yearly pilgrimage, I had felt the energy of Moses calling me to Mt Sinai to pray for the vibration of the ten commandments to be raised once more to the divine status that they hold in the moral fabric of religion. I had been preparing all year, praying, fasting, Sun Dancing and now I was at the bottom of the mountain being told to stay and do what was asked of me and so I did, while laughing at myself for having planned so much on what I would do upon arrival and now here the mother was humbling me, thank you madre linda for putting me in my place.
My wife Miriam and I created a beautiful offering out of corn meal that I had brought from a ceremony for world peace in Tanzania, we prayed to the up above, the down below, the east, west, north and south, we gave thanks for all of creation and called upon the energies of the saints, sages and prophets of all ages to cleanse and purify the sacred valley of Saint Catherine and to bless the Egyptian people of the Sinai desert and beyond.
In the shadow of an olive tree we washed our sacred objects given to us by Bhagavan Sri Satya Sai Baba and sprinkled the water on the land, restoring it to to its Dharmic greatness as the birthplace of the ten commandments. As we walked down the valley from Saint Catherine's monastery, a young Bedouin boy ran up to me selling crystals from the area, I bought a dark smoky quartz from him and felt the energy of this sacred site imbedded deep in its crystal matrix.
This crystal was taken back to Jerusalem, carried to the wailing wall, charged with its energy and then placed in a beautiful offering to the earth which was buried on the Mount of Olives. These ceremonies are of love and carry Pachamama's vibration, the divine earth mother who loves her children no matter what religion they are or where they come from. Pachamama is calling her children to journey to Jerusalem this year to dance, laugh and pray for peace and love to permeate the land. The dry lands that have been watered by centuries of blood and war now call for a reign of peace and kindness, will you please join me in praying for this rain to water the middle east?
Join us on this sacred journey, October 27-November 2, 2011.